Hearing each of them took the four words they needed, Dahl couldn't help laughing.

The young dragon's laughter was even more strange in Morgans' ears than the movement of the mechanical friction of the steam from the subway under construction in Stormwind City. For a moment, he even wondered whether this was a smile.

"why are you laughing."

"You are betting on what I am hiding. I want to use these words to bet on me that I will confess to you, but I have nothing to confess." Dahl's forked tongue slid around his mouth, and he lowered his head and slowly approached Morgans: "Maybe you don't know, I was born in the dragon egg of the black dragon, and the blood of the black dragon flowed in my body...the blood of the shadow."

"If you think there is any essential difference between me and the Black Winged Dragon Clan, it's just that you don't have any discernment ability."

"Then what the hell are you."

Morgans placed his hand on the scales on Dahl's shoulder.

"open!"

The young dragon growled with a warning, and Morgans widened his eyes and took several steps back before breathing a long sigh, his face turned pale.

Dahl felt inexplicably disgusted by such direct contacts from alien races. Since he became a species full of scales, his smooth and bare skin made him feel disgusted.

"I have no malice." Morgans raised his hands and asked, "I mean, your scales are purple, and you are obviously not a 'black' dragon."

It seems that like Gaselzog, Morgans from Stormwind City had no idea about the colorful dragon experiments being carried out in the Black Stone Tower. The army of the Stone Fort was too low in the entire tribe and the Black Wing Legion, and was even worse than the guards at the bottom of the Black Stone Tower, and could not reach all that the entire force had carried out in the Black Stone Tower.

"I can't explain it." Dahl lowered his voice: "Maybe this is also the reason why the master exiled me. Maybe in his eyes, I am just an alien."

"Don't talk about me anymore, you didn't treat me honestly, Morgans."

"What do you mean?"

The young dragon slowly approached and stared at the mage with his clear yellow eyes, saying, "What is the problem? I need a dragon like this to solve it? If you tell me honestly, maybe I will help you."

"Whether you want to study the power of shadows in depth, or just want to gain more strength, or you want to occupy a piece of land to become king, or you want to join the King of Black Stone... I don't care about these."

"I'm not Nefarian's tool, I only care about myself."

Although Dahl was deceived by the mage, to some extent, this was also a true expression of love.

He wanted to get rid of the clamp of the black wings at every moment, fly directly into the sky, completely leave the Black Stone Tower, and leave this place, but a young dragon like him who has no support can only become a pedal for some powerful treasure hunters to make a fortune, and there will be no good results.

It seemed that the Dragon Clan's language was strangely persuasive. Morgans just looked at Dahl's eyes and thought for a while, and then said: "A book, strictly speaking, is a paper."

"Tell me, what paper."

"The orc is right, you are indeed an extraordinary young dragon."

Morgans sighed and prepared to confess truthfully.

"The Study of Shadow Magic in Ur, written by a respected shadow researcher in Dalaran's past, the master Ur mentioned in the title."

"It is said that this research paper provides many different perspectives from orc warlocks to understand the relationship between void and shadow, but I have the ability to bring the book out, but I don't have the ability to open it, and the book is sealed."

"Ur said that communication with Shadow will lead to depravity and deviate from the original path, so he hopes that those who are determined and able to control Shadow can discuss with him academically. I have enough confidence to think that this is to unlock the code of this book - to become someone he believes and qualified to open it."

Dahl was a little impatient when he heard this: "What does that have to do with me?"

"I can't open him, young dragon," Morgans said. "I have a feeling that even my ability to talk to the gnolls who were stained by shadows is not enough to open the book's cover, and the only warlock who followed Gaselzog to attack the Stone Castle could not do it at all."

"Maybe this is the cause of his death, a poor orc enslaved by the shadow... cannot use the power of the shadow to save his life."

So, Dahl thought so in his heart. Perhaps the words Ur said were aimed at people like Morgans, a scholar who was brought into the abyss by shadows.

After saying that, Morgans turned his gaze back to Daer and looked at it carefully for a while, which made Daer suddenly understand something.

"Do you mean, let me open that book?"

"Smart." Morgans said happily: "A black dragon...at least the descendant of the black dragon, a creature of shadows and flames, perfectly interprets the void. Only a guy like you can open that book, right?"

"Maybe Ur just wanted to communicate with the real shadow creature, the Void Demon, but he didn't expect that the person who got this book would be related to members of the Black Winged Dragon clan."

"Then I have a simple condition, mage." Dahl said: "If it really works, let me see what it says."

Lordaeron Continent, Dalaran City.

On the road paved with purple floor tiles, a young man and a woman are walking slowly. Everything is so comfortable and wonderful in such a magical city that seems to have been freed from poverty, dirty and backward forever.

The milky white towers and buildings on both sides of the road are embellished with light blue Philosopher's Stones. Whether it is a magician or not, every Dalaran citizen knows how to live in peace with magic and add luster to their lives. This is why Dalaran is the smallest among the seven kingdoms of mankind, but also the richest and peaceful city-state. Every Dalaran is proud of his identity and origin.

In comparison, as a rising star that only rose after the war, most people in the Storm Kingdom come to Dalaran for tours or public services, which can easily expose a nouveau riche-style inferiority complex.

However, compared with the bright and prosperous city scenery around, the gloom on the girl's face was a little out of place. The strong man next to her, who was a completely taller than her, striding forward, but the girl seemed to have something to say, but couldn't say it.

"What's wrong, Naia."

The man seemed to notice her strangeness.

"Brother." The girl looked up, lifted her short hair that covered her eyebrows with a light red eyebrows, and said seriously: "This matter...I don't think it's a trivial matter."

"It's just a black dragon, the sanctuary must have been overreacting." The man waved his hand and whispered: "If they had fought against Nesario with Kenreto a few years ago, they wouldn't have made a fuss about a young dragon that suddenly appeared."

"Nezario's death does not mean that his descendants will be buried with him. We probably will be entangled by these little villains for hundreds of years, but this is not as important as the North's important things... After all, it directly threatens the Dragon Mile Temple."

"I want to go to the south to see it," said the girl. "If it is really a new dragon clan, as the guardian of life, we must take responsibility and save them from the orcs."

"Niasthassa, if it is really a new dragon clan, I wouldn't shirk it, but the evidence is far from enough." The man stopped, turned around and held his sister's shoulders, and said, "If you just feel that you need to find something to do... you can go to Dunholder Fort east to check it out. I heard that an orc competition will be held there, and then the prince of Lordaeron will also go. Haven't you always wanted to see the 'golden boy'?"

"Why do you say this..." the girl glared.

"You are still a young dragon now." The man's tone became serious: "The south is much more dangerous than here. Even if the queen is saved, there are still many orcs with extreme malicious intentions towards the red dragon. They are not the dejected guys in the shelter."

"It is because of this that I want to prove that I can stand alone like my brother." The girl said very firmly.

The man finally sighed and said, "Okay, but promised me that I would go to Stormwind first and communicate with the mages there, remember not to confess your race, just say that you are the apprentice of Master Crasus."

"I understand." The girl nodded.

"Remember, Naiya." The man stared at the girl's yellow pupils and said, "Protect yourself and write letters to Dalaran from time to time. If you can't receive your news, I, Valastaz, will catch you personally even if I overturn the entire Black Rock Mountain."
Chapter completed!